Seymour Butts and Yesterday's Frustration

We were relatively lucky to have this two person room to ourselves.  Mr. Seymour arrived Monday night.  He's an older guy who's been through some pretty rough stuff.  A heart transplant, kidney cancer, and now a kidney transplant.  He seems to be doing fantastic, which gives me a lot of hope.

Mr. Seymour is a jovial guy who doesn't complain a lot, and for the most part is the ideal roommate.  He has some guests, but for the most part he just watches Animal Planet because it reminds him of his German Shepherd at home.  He has been unable to eat or drink for the last few days, which has made Mr. Seymour a little naughtier as time goes on.

Mr. Seymour started out by refusing things.  Simple things, at first, like a blood thinner (which they try to give to everyone, and I refused it), and putting on his edema socks.  Then he started trying to bribe nurses, staff, and me to get him some candy bars.  Last night, things started getting worse.  In the middle of the night Mr. Seymour pulled out his IV and all of the tubes and plugs (luckily for him, everything but his catheter), stripped his clothes off, and sat in a chair naked waiting to get "gussied up."

This event made sleep all but impossible last night.  The RN came in a scolded him.  Mr Seymour was out of it.  He was really disoriented, and couldn't remember where he was, or what he was doing.  It was pretty sad to see.  The poor guy just really wants to go home now.  I hope he can soon.

Yesterday was pretty annoying.  The oncology team was supposed to be in to see me around 2 p.m.  We weren't supposed to leave the room, but we were allowed to leave the hospital on a 4 hour pass after we did see them.  Eventually, it was 9 p.m., it was too late to use the pass, but we finally just had to get out of here.  The nurse (that's a whole other can of worms) paged the Doctor for the floor, who tried to page Oncology, but they never got back with us.  We got out of the room, and walked down to the cafeteria for a bit.  We ate a delicious warm chocolate chip cookie, and I got a cup of real coffee.  Then we went across the street so I could have a cigarette.  It was just nice to get the hell out of the room for a bit.

PS: Heather ate both chocolate, and a cute animal yesterday.  ("Out of desperation!")  The latter of which, she actually liked.  :)  Maybe someday we'll work up to bacon.